Chapter 8

Chris’s POV:

I snorted out a chuckle as I alighted the car along with Alex and stood beside each other once the car doors got locked. We headed towards the entrance of the club and past the queue of people waiting to go in to stop before the bouncers of the club. Which made me silently curse myself out on remembering that my ID wasn’t with me at the moment.

God damn.

The bouncers only gave a scrutinizing glance at Alex before parting way for us and pulling the door open for us, I grabbed Alex’s hand the moment the door closed behind us and loud noise surrounded us. He glanced down at me, and I dropped his hand immediately, beating myself over my head at my small slip. In the next moment, Alex was reaching for my hand and clasping it between his warm fingers which made me let out the breath I was holding as he led me deeper through the building until we arrived at the heart of the club where the main noise was coming from.

Dim colorful lights flashed around the wide room and a loud booming song filled the air. People were moving around in twos and threes, but their conversations could barely be heard over the loud music.

We stopped at the bar and sank into two empty stools, I glanced around the whole arena, taking in how luxurious the place looked. There were a lot of girls huddled on the dance floor, but not as much as the guys. They all danced to Nicki Minaj’s latest song, grinding against each other, making my blood hot just from watching.

“You wanna go join them?”

I turned my gaze back to Alex and shrugged my shoulders a little, “Maybe after a while? But I do wanna dance, would we dance together?”

“I’m not a fan of club dancing, but of course, we could dance later.” He replied before giving the bartender his requests. Two drinks were placed in front us. His was a light shade of brown while mine was a light pink color. I lifted it to my lips and dipped my tongue into it. The taste settled on my tongue in a good way, and I downed a mouthful in the next instant, and another until my glass was empty.

“What kind of drink is this? It doesn’t really taste like alcohol one bit, but I know alcohol has to be there because of the smell, but it’s so fruity and I love it.” I informed Alex immediately while licking my lips, craving for another glassful of that drink again.

“It’s a new kind recommended by the bartender himself, and of course, you can have two more glasses more tonight to avoid you getting too drunk to see straight.

I let out a small snort. “I don’t see straight on a normal day, I see through rainbows, remember?”

He chuckled beside me before taking a quick sip of his drink. “I guess you’re right, but you get my point.

“I can’t get drunk from that, it doesn’t even have that much alcohol in it, and I’m not a lightweight.” I argued.

“It was made fruity so you wouldn’t be able to taste the alcohol, but it has over sixty percent of alcohol in it.” The bartender whom I had no idea was listening in on our conversation chirped in.

“Oh.” I stated to the bartender, my eyes lingering on the tattoos peeking out of neck against my will.

“Yup. Anyways I’m Joe.” He continued and stretched his hand out. I accepted his hand and immediately noticed the inky tattoos over his fingers currently holding my hand. “I’m Chris.” I paused before continuing, “Can you get me another glass of the drink?”

The bartender went to prepare my drink and I dug out my phone from my pocket to check my messages, still no texts from Kelvin.

I shoot him a text before putting my phone away and flashing the bartender a thankful smile before sipping my drink a little slowly this time since I wanted to thoroughly savor it. I glanced towards the dance floor once again, if my dumb friend could show up, then I might have been able to convince Alex to watch me dance sensually with my best friend. We’ve always done that each time we go clubbing together in college and it was always so much fun.

Of course, as you might have been wondering, kelvin and I thought we were attracted to each other at first, which led to us experimenting once after dancing our brains off and getting super drunk one night. We made out and jacked each other off, and even gave each other a blowjob, and that was all we needed to admit to ourselves that we were not meant to be sexually involved. At that point of my life was when I realized that I wasn’t in any way sexually drawn to someone petite. Kelvin was as petite as I am, so it was definitely one of the things that made us incompatible, as well as him being as young as I am, that doesn’t do it for me.

I was seriously attracted to someone way older than me. Someone who could take total control of me without hesitation. Someone who was way buffer and taller than my lean, petite form. My boss, Alex, ticked off those boxes more perfectly than I expected. I mean, I knew he was hands down my type from the moment I set eyes on him, but I didn’t expect him to be this perfect.

I mean, the man helped me pick out my outfit twice without hesitating, and he has also promised to help me deal with my issue with my always scattered house. I didn’t even know how he planned to do that, or if he was going to hire a maid for me or something.

That would be so perfect, to have a maid clean up after me, pure undiluted bliss.

“Is you friend still going to show up?” Alex asked after a while and I let out a sigh, the laugh on my lips disappearing immediately. We've been talking about nothing and everything at the same time for the past one hour now and I had totally forgotten about Kelvin who still hadn't shown up.

I checked my phone, still no reply, “I don’t think so, I haven’t gotten any reply from him.” I replied with a shake of my head.

I guess I’d have to do something like this with kelvin like I had promised, and he’s going to pay for his own drinks himself since he had refused to show up today when the whole bills would be on my rich boss.

“So, as I was saying, I meant I knew I was gay since I was little.” I continued, staring longingly at the glass of drink Alex was tapping his finger against. I’ve had three glasses of the fruity Concoction and Alex wouldn’t let me have more since he wasn’t sure of my alcohol tolerance yet, but I wasn’t sated yet.

“Really? That’s amazing, really. Were you in denial at first?” He asked and I pointed at his drink, “Give me a tiny sip and I’d fill you in.”

“You’re such an alcohol whore, and no, you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, no more.”

I poured, yes, I fucking pouted which was enough reason for me to at least admit to myself that perhaps I was a little bit drunk.

“You’re so uptight, what would a little more alcohol hurt? Ugh!”

I didn’t even care that I was talking to Alex that way, which was probably courtesy of the alcohol in my system. I glanced up at him to find him chuckling a little which made me frown at him.

“You drunk?” he asked, and I shook my head immediately. I wasn’t drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing. Okay, maybe I was a little bit tipsy.

“No, just a little bit tipsy.” I replied, my eyes still fixated on his glass of drink.

“You were talking about your coming out,” He reminded me as he deliberately took a small sip of his drink.

I huffed and tore my eyes from the glass reluctantly, maybe I really am an alcohol whore. “So, since I was eight years and when my friends would talk about how they can’t wait to become a teenager so they could get a girlfriend and kiss each other, I wasn’t thinking that way. Instead of a girl, a faceless boy was always popping in my head each time those conversations come up.” I paused. “Oh, not totally faceless, I used to have a crush on Danny phantom as a kid, I think that was one of my gay awaking sparks as a kid.”

“That’s crazy.” He laughed. “I used to force myself to be attracted to female characters in movies when I was little because that was expected of me as a boy—to be attracted to girls and not my own gender,” he started to say, and I stared at him seriously.

“All it took was for me to have sex with a girl before confessing to myself that I wasn’t in any way attracted to girls.”

“Yikes! That sounds really…” I trailed off with a shake of my head, some people really didn’t have it as easy as I used to think.

“Yeah, I know.” I breathed out a light laugh and poured the remaining content of his drink into his mouth.

“Still feel like dancing?” He asked and I nodded my head immediately, excitement flowing through my bones at that moment. I've been waiting for this moment since we stepped into this club.

I loved dancing so much, and I wasn’t Someone who got shy upon seeing a crowd, instead, I was Someone who would gladly dance like my life depends on it while the said crowd cheered me on.

“Let’s go then.” I was up on my feet before he could finish talking and we were making our way towards the middle of the dance floor in the next minute.

The club's lights were dim and very low, which made it very hard for someone to recognize on the dance floor, which was just perfect because I didn't want to be the reason Alex would be involved in any ‘scandal.’

He pulled against him without hesitations, his cold palm sliding against my bare stomach, and I shivered a little before pressing my back into his wild chest as we started moving against each other, the loud music washing over us. The couple dancing before me was a man and a woman with the woman’s waist facing my front while the man's gaze looked me up and down from his perched position on the woman’s shoulder.

I moved my waist from side to side while moving my hands in the air, my ass moving slowly over Alex’s thighs. I felt Alex grip tightened on me while his palms on my stomach started sliding over my ribs and my hips.

The man dancing before us was completely staring at me at this point and I winked at him, his burning gaze which made me come to the conclusion that he was gay and dancing with someone who was probably his best friend. I leaned my head against Alex’s chest and moved sensually against him, grinding and rubbing against him while feeding my boldness off the looks I was getting from people dancing nearby.

The music changed from a slow one to a fast and dirty one and I turned around in Alex’s arms, placing my hands on chest while his slowly slid around my waist. I stared up at him, our eyes locked as we moved against each other fast. I moved my waist from side to side, throwing my head back and grinning up at him. I knew I was having a heady on him like he was on me since my dick was currently hard and pressing against the front of my jeans, I could also feel Alex’s hard-on for the first time tonight, pressing into my bare stomach hotly.

He squeezed my waist and slid his hand over my Jean covered ass and squeezed for a few seconds before his touch returned back to my waist and I shivered a little, wishing the touch lasted more than a few seconds, not caring that we were in the middle of the dance floor and were being watched by a few people.

Alex leaned down and puffed out a breath against the spot beneath my ear before saying, “People are seriously checking you out despite the fact that you’re not alone at the moment.”

I shivered and threw my head back my I squeezed his shoulders through his silky shirt, feeling extremely hot and bothered, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, ever since you started working this daring waist of yours.”

I laughed at that, torn between wanting to peek behind me to see for myself and pretending like I didn’t know I was being watched.

“I didn’t know you could dance.” I said to him once the song changed back into a slow one and people could move against each other and still talk, and I was being honest, I didn’t know he could dance when we got to the dance floor, and he started moving smoothly behind me.

“I can’t, compared to you.” He chuckled lowly against my ear, and I puffed out a breath, I was fully hard at this point and my dick was starting to hurt each time It brushed against my zipper.

“You’re doing pretty good for real,” I whispered while staring into his eyes once again, his eyes moved from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes, my lips parted slightly, wanting nothing but for him to lean down and devour my lips, dancing be damned.

“Thank you, princess,” He replied, his two palms sliding over the curve of my ass and palming my ass cheeks once again, my heart soared as the word princess washed over me before skipping a few beats when he squeezed the perky globes for a few seconds.

I leaned my forehead on his chest while panting hard when he started lightly grazing his fingernail through the valley between my back. I dragged in a deep breath, breathing in his scent, and immediately sucking in a shaky breath when his thigh brushed against my hard-on. The touch was very light and lasted only a second, but it was enough to get my blood rushing straight into my dick and making it harden a lot more in my pants.

The club was no way near stuffy since the amount of air conditioners in here was blowing enough cold air around to keep the dance floor from getting hot, which made it weird that I started feeling really hot as Alex’s fingers kept trailing over the middle of my bare back. His thigh lightly brushed my dick as we moved against each other and my breath hitched in my throat, he repeated the movement again and I puffed out a breath against his chest, heat licking down my spine and rushing in between my legs.

I don’t really wanna dance anymore, I wanna leave here immediately.

“Ready to leave here now?” He asked as if he could read suddenly read minds, something he was seriously good at.